Emptiness

Emptines

The fridge is full,

the house is empty

 and an ever threatening quiet

 lurks about.

The day is gray,

 the rain won’t cease.

This house full of things,

 material things;

sofas, tables

 and chairs,

 glasses

and plates,

Tupperware

 and pictures

and memories

of you and I

 and souvenirs

from all the places we’ve been,

this house is if nothing,

temporary. 

Sooner or later

 it will fall to its foundation

and all the pieces will be far too small

to put it all back together.

At some point

you will realize

 how much I drag you down

 and how little you drink

in comparison

and how I will remain

 the same no matter what

 time throws my way.

These refusals to mature

 like wine;

as is the desired trait,

this is what will finally

push you away

and send you on your way

 to greater things.

Then, as you embark on your journey

 I will be left behind

with all the emptiness.

The empty fridge

and the empty rooms,

  the hollow walls,

the empty bottles will clank together

 as I discard them in the trash.

The cupboards

filled with emptiness

as you will have taken all the glasses and plates

 and Tupperware with you.

 Alas I see this coming more than a mile away;

 Still, I refuse to change

 as you should refuse as well.

We are not meant to couple up together

 like atoms,

we humans

who roam the earth

 in search of fun

 and find destruction instead,

 we are not meant to be equals with others,

but rather

to fight because of our inequalities

 and eventually die

with some shred of dignity.

Yet even if you where to accept

 this truth;

 the differences are far too great between us.

Emptiness is something you fear

 like death,

while I can uncover beauty

 in emptiness.

 

Author's Note

This was a short story that I think works better as a poem, let me know! :)

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Rambling, perhaps, but I see the truth in it. Your well-placed words and natural style make reading a breeze.

[Inda]

Thank you means a lot.

[RavenWells]

This is a dark story that evokes sad feelings such as anger and grief. The descriptions and emotions make me think that it would be better formatted as a poem. Nice job :)

[Inda]

Thanks for the comment. I thought of making it a poem, but have a hard time formatting it that way.